Khairul Ahsan


Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Love Burns 7/28/2014
2. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
3. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
4. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams -new- 4/20/2015
5. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
6. A Wish 10/20/2014
7. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
8. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
9. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
10. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
11. The Thought 4/5/2015
12. Womb 1/1/2015
13. Last Night 1/12/2015
14. Her Eyes 1/15/2015
15. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
16. At Poemhunter 12/27/2014
17. Feel My Heart's Calling 1/16/2015
18. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
19. Sensitivity 9/2/2014
20. Waiting 9/3/2014
21. Privacy 2/4/2015
22. Sharing Of Heart 4/12/2015
23. Strange Coincidence 10/22/2014
24. Combustible 1/9/2015
25. Women 8/12/2014
26. Rude 9/29/2013
27. Barter 11/8/2013
28. A Long Wet Kiss 3/16/2015
29. Love's Edict 2/25/2015
30. Beauty And Innocence 9/26/2014
31. Aerial Signature 3/15/2014
32. The Ultimate 5/20/2014
33. Pink Fingers 9/4/2014
34. Pain And Pleasure 10/22/2014
35. Because You Would Smile... 10/7/2014
36. What Else! 11/12/2014
37. What, If.... 12/12/2014
38. Some Say, Some Do Not 3/30/2015
39. An Unsent Letter 3/29/2015
40. Super Moon 9/10/2014
Best Poem of Khairul Ahsan

Pristine Love

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...

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Come Home Darling

It's been long since you've gone.
Though we chat, regularly somewhat,
See you on Skype, every night,
Yet that's not enough, seems tough,
To live without you. It's nothing new!

The night before you left, we hardly slept,
Heightened emotions, kept us in motion.
Intense desires kept us afire, oh my dear,

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